Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Thanks WA001 for the edits.
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There I was sitting across from the woman that had shattered my life and the life of my father and grandmother. The woman that had fled town with Roy, I stopped calling him my grandfather the day... well, let me tell you how this all began.
The year was 2002, I was six at the time, you wonder how I could remember so far back and so young? Trust me that day will always be etched in my memory. For two reasons, that was the day I lost my mother, and the day my father killed himself.
I had just got up from a nap that my mother had put me down for. I don't expect she thought I'd get up so early. Yet in my curious little mind I stumbled down the hallway. My eyes grew wide with joy as I saw my father there. He never was home that early; it was normally around seven when he got home from the paper mill. My mother had me when she was eighteen, she was already two months pregnant with me when she graduated from high school. That was when I heard some strange sounds as I ran up to my father.
"Oh Daddy! Yes fuck me Daddy!" At the time I really couldn't understand it.
"Daddy?" I said happily as I stared up at my father. Then I turned my gaze to my parent's room. There was Roy, behind my mother, her moaning like the whore she was as her father fucked her. "Daddy!" I tugged hard on my father's hand to get his attention.
"Billy! Jacob!" My mother screamed as she and Roy finally noticed us. Quickly trying to cover herself with the sheet. Then I saw something on my father's face that I never seen before. Rage! My father was a patient man, a caring man, this was not something I was accustom to. Yet that smirk on Roy's face as he stood there naked so callously putting on his clothes drove him over the edge. I don't think Roy thought my father had it in him as my father leapt across the room. His fist landing squarely on his jaw sending Roy into the closet door, splintering it as he did. I grew fearful as my father rained blow after blow on Roy's face. My head snapped over to my mother as she screeched before leaping onto my father's back.
"Billy stop! Don't you hurt my Daddy!" I heard my mother wailing as her own fist pounded on my father. I did what and kid that age would do. I ran and called the only person I knew that could help. My grandmother.
"Get off me you cheating bitch!" I heard my father snarl then a huge crash in their bedroom. Then another that came from the small bathroom in our two bedroom one bath house.
"Dad stop!" I heard my mother yell.
"Are you..."
"Grandma is on her way," I said, in that high pitched shaky voice as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Thinking I had done the right thing and gotten them all to stop fighting.
"Jacob! Oh my god! Mom's going to kill us!" My mother said in fear.
"You fucking think!" Roy growled as he pushed himself off my father who was groaning in pain having been pushed through the thin wall of our home. "Come on we got to get out of here before she gets here... Get the fuck out of the way," Roy growled nearly flinging me aside.
"Don't you dare do that to Jacob!" My mother yelled as her dress slid down her body. "You okay baby?"
"Come on Pauline we have to go, unless you want to face your mother?!" Roy yelled.
"Don't worry baby, I'll be back. I'm just going away until your father and grandmother cools down." That was the last time in eighteen years I saw my mother's smile. As my head stopped spinning, I raced after them. My hands flew to my ears as I was halfway down the driveway at the sound of the shotgun blast that my grandmother had fired off at the back of Roy's truck.
"You crazy bitch! You could have killed us!" Roy's voice was faint as he drove away.
"Come back you coward and I'll do it proper next time!" my grandmother shouted. That's when we heard the shot. You have to understand, my father, wasn't the most stable of people. He struggled every day with his illness, yet he always thought he had his support system. Us. Now that was proven to be a lie, I think my father couldn't handle it and he took the only way out he thought he had. As my grandmother exited the house she was as white as a ghost. She held me so tightly that day I thought I was going to break. And so, that brings us to the present.
"Do I know you?" I asked, as I set down my coffee cup onto the table of the coffee shop I stopped at every morning before I went into work where I work as a junior engineer at the power plant in the small town I still lived in. I took over my grandmother's home when she passed away a year ago. She had a seizure behind the wheel when she was coming home from her weekly bingo game and her car crossed the median and ran right in front of an eighteen wheeler. So now I was virtually alone.
"I know it's been a long time Jacob, but don't you recognize your own mother?" Pauline asked, taking off her sunglasses. Her brown hair still had its luster. Her face held a few more wrinkles at the age of forty-two. Her clothes, while not overly pricey, were sharp and fresh on her body. My eyes glanced over to the girl that sat beside her. She couldn't be older than eighteen. Same hair, more of her mother's feature's than my father's so I knew we were only related through her. I didn't want to know who her father was, not that I cared.
